For he could not take it with him.

It was a tantalizing thought.

Not that he wanted it.

God forbid! Ever after he would hate the sight of a corncrib.

He simply resented the notion of leaving it behind for the vocal entertainment of Silas, who would likely get up again with the roosters and roar into it at "hoboes." Yes, the corncrib would revert to Silas, from whom he had merely rented it for one night at a most appalling price.